Miss Si's feigned innocence went too far, and the aloof Mr. Bo was easily swayed.

Si Yuan had to admit that her poor physical strength was a weakness.

"Ah Yuan..."

Xiang Mingche, who knew Si Yuan best, saw her bent over, panting heavily, and was about to go over to her—

Bo Yusen moved even faster than him.

Bo Yusen looked at Si Yuan's sweat-soaked jersey and trembling wrists, and gently helped her up. "Would you like to rest for a while?"

Si Yuan shook her head. "No need, I can still manage."

Si Yingying looked smug, and Si Yuan had no choice but to persevere in the match.

"If you can't handle it, just say so. Don't try to be strong."

Si Yuan obediently replied, "Mmm."

Xiang Mingche looked at the two of them, his brows furrowed, feeling very uncomfortable.

But Bo Yusen only helped him up, and there was no inappropriate behavior between them. He felt that he had been overthinking things.

After all, he didn't understand Bo Yusen.

But he knows Ah Yuan very well.

A-Yuan is very devoted and loyal in relationships; she would never betray him.

"Let's begin—"

The situation is quite favorable for Si Yingying and Xiang Mingche.

Si Yingying was in the middle of an exciting match, her mind filled with thoughts of going to Huanyu Group to assert her dominance after winning the game.

Si Yuan took a deep breath and assumed a defensive posture.

Whether it was because Si Yingying underestimated her opponent or because Si Yuan's inner strength was unleashed, Si Yuan finally received the ball that Si Yingying hit and even countered it back.

Finally, the ball was tapped by Bo Yusen, who secured a point.

Si Yuan happily ran to Bo Yusen and gave him a high five. "Am I awesome?"

Si Yuan's face was flushed because she had won a point, and her eyes crinkled when she smiled, making her look very pretty.

Bo Yusen smiled and praised her as if she were a child, "You're the best."

Si Yingying gritted her teeth in anger. She had hit him so well, yet Bo Yusen hadn't uttered a single word.

Si Yuan only caught one ball from her, and Bo Yusen praised her like that.

Humph--

Whose boyfriend is he anyway?!

Si Yingying glanced at the score.

15: 3.

If they win six more points in a row, they will win this game.

Today she's going to show Si Yuan who the real badminton princess is.

She wanted Bo Yusen and Xiang Mingche to both focus their attention solely on her.

Next, Si Yuan serves, Xiang Mingche receives, the ball is returned, and then Bo Yusen counterattacks for Si Yingying to receive.

In the previous game, Si Yingying couldn't receive Bo Yusen's balls and lost several.

This time she was fully prepared and focused, and finally received the ball that Bo Yusen hit.

A surge of joy filled her heart. Seeing that Si Yuan was ready, she struck hard from a tricky angle...

That ball was very fast—

With a sharp "snap," the out-of-control badminton shuttlecock, carrying a fierce force, hit her right in the corner of her eye.

It came so fast and so suddenly.

Si Yuan didn't even see the ball's trajectory clearly. She only felt a sharp stinging pain at the corner of her eye, like being stabbed hard by a fine needle, followed by a burning, tingling sensation that spread instantly.

Si Yuan instinctively closed her eyes, staggered back half a step, and dropped her racket to the ground with a clatter.

Her fingertips hurriedly reached for the corner of her eye, and when they touched the warm skin, the stinging pain intensified, causing her eyes to instantly turn red and hot. Physiological tears welled up uncontrollably, blurring her vision.

"Ah Yuan—"

"Si Yuan—"

Two men's voices rang out at the same time.

Bo Yusen was closer to Si Yuan and arrived at her side first, his footsteps so fast they created a gust of wind.

"Where are you hurt?"

He lifted Si Yuan's face and saw that she was covering her eyes. His deep voice carried a hint of barely perceptible worry. "Take your hands away, let me see."

Si Yuan frowned, enduring the pain, and carefully removed her hand.

My right eye corner is red and swollen, and there are faint red marks at the outer corner of my eye.

It was just a hair's breadth away from hitting his eye—

Bo Yusen's face was terrifyingly cold. He cautiously reached out his hand, his fingertips hovering above the corner of her eye, not daring to touch her directly.

He gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips, his movements as tender as if handling a fragile treasure. "Does it hurt a lot? Can you open your eyes so I can see if your eyes are okay?"

Si Yuan's eyelids trembled. She tried to open them but it hurt terribly. She tried several times before she could barely open them.

The eyeball was not injured, but the eye was very red.

When she looked at him so vulnerablely, Bo Yusen's heart clenched painfully.

"Ah Yuan—"

Xiang Mingche finally ran over, "How are you?"

Xiang Mingche instinctively wanted to hug Si Yuan, but Bo Yusen gave him a cold look. "Mr. Xiang, could you please find a towel and soak it in some ice water?"

"Okay, okay, I'll go right now."

Xiang Mingche frantically ran to find a towel, and Qiao Yi, not expecting this to happen, immediately followed.

Si Yingying walked over with a racket, and seeing Bo Yusen help Si Yuan to the sofa, she said sourly, "Sister, I've been feeding you balls, and you still can't catch them. How did you get injured?"

"Looking at you like this, anyone who didn't know better would think I'm a wicked woman who deliberately let you ruin her..."

Before she could finish speaking, Si Yingying met Bo Yusen's dark and cold eyes.

He didn't shout angrily, nor did he make any unnecessary movements. He just watched her silently, which made Si Yingying feel a chill run from the soles of her feet to her brain.

The innate sense of oppression and chill made Si Yingying tense up all over, her fingers unconsciously gripping the racket tightly, and she didn't even dare to breathe too hard.

It was Xiang Mingche and Qiao Yi who saved Si Yingying.

Xiang Mingche took a folded towel, intending to wipe Si Yuan's eyes himself, but Si Yuan took the towel from him, saying, "I can do it myself."

Normally, Xiang Mingche would never let Si Yuan do it herself; he would only help her with it out of concern.

He had finally managed to appease Si Yingying today, and he didn't want to give her another chance to cause trouble because of Si Yuan.

I feel heartache and guilt, but there's nothing I can do.

Si Yingying was still thinking about going to Huanyu Group. She was about to win, so naturally she wouldn't let go of such a good opportunity.

"Sister, you definitely can't play like this. What will we do if we lose?"

At this point, the only one who still cares about winning or losing is Si Yingying.

Si Yuan glanced at Bo Yusen with guilt, feeling that she hadn't let him have enough fun.

Then she looked at Qiao Yi, "Qiao Yi, can you take my place?"

Si Yingying immediately retorted, "How can that be? Qiao Yi is a guy. If he teams up with Ninth Master, how can we possibly beat him?"

Qiao Yi and Xiang Mingche didn't look too good.

Is this woman, who has absolutely no sense of propriety, really someone trained by Si Qingwan?

"Need not."

Looking at Si Yuan's red and swollen eyes, Bo Yusen stood up, picked up his racket, and said, "Just play like this."

His tone left no room for negotiation, only an unquestionable coldness.

Bo Yusen wants a 1 vs 2 matchup?

Si Yingying's eyes lit up. With two people against one, they were sure to win.

"Ninth Master, if we win, will the prize we agreed on still stand?"

"Yingying..."

Xiang Mingche shouted in dissatisfaction.

Bo Yusen weighed his racket in his hand. "Then let's see what you're capable of."

The game resumed.

Si Yuan sat on the sofa, applying a compress to her right eye while watching the game with her left.

After applying ice water, it did hurt less.

Compared to the previous back-and-forth exchanges, this match was now a complete massacre by Bo Yusen.

The serve fell to Bo Yusen.

He stood sideways, his left hand tossing the shuttlecock with crisp, clean movements. The shuttlecock traced a light arc in the air, and before the two opponents could react, his racket had already swung out with a force that cut through the wind—

With a crisp "snap," the ball, moving at such speed that it left only a blur, hurtled straight toward Si Yingying.

Si Yingying hurriedly raised her hand to catch the ball, but her racket didn't touch the ball. Instead, the ball hit her ear and bounced off.

Then Si Yingying's face, forehead, shoulders, and arms—

They were all hit by badminton shuttlecocks.

Bo Yusen used great force, and Si Yingying was in so much pain that she had to hide everywhere, tears streaming down her face.

Damn, it hurts so much to get hit by a badminton shuttlecock!

She felt that Bo Yusen did it on purpose, but why would he do it?

To avenge Si Yuan?

He and Si Yuan were just temporary partners, why are they acting so emotionally involved?

The score has been tied.

Bo Yusen continued his attack, and Si Yingying couldn't take it anymore. "Brother Mingche..."

She hid behind Xiang Mingche.

Xiang Mingche was speechless, but he had no choice but to protect Si Yingying.

Bo Yusen lowered his wrist, and the badminton shuttlecock shot out like an arrow, with great force and a tricky angle.

Xiang Mingche raised his hand to block, but the force of the ball made his wrist go numb, and he almost dropped the racket.

This was the first time Xiang Mingche had seen Bo Yusen like this. At this point in the competition, there was no need to continue.

"Ninth Master, we admit defeat."

Upon hearing that they were admitting defeat, Si Yingying refused to accept it. She wiped away her tears, stood up, and said, "No, it's not the last moment yet. We can't admit defeat."

At this moment, even Qiao Yi wanted to curse Si Yingying as an idiot.

Bo Yusen's lips curled into a cold smile. "Continue."

It goes on, either Si Yingying or Xiang Mingche gets beaten up.

The two of them were in a terrible state.

The match ended, and Qiao Yi blew the whistle.

15: 21.

In the second round, 1 vs 2, Bo Yusen defeated Si Yingying and Xiang Mingche.

Having lost both rounds, Si Yingying was so angry that she stomped her feet. Her whole body ached, and she squatted on the ground, crying incessantly.

I felt wronged, frustrated, and angry!

"Okay, stop crying."

Xiang Mingche tried to comfort Si Yingying, but Si Yingying was ungrateful and pushed him away, saying, "It's all your fault..."

"If you hadn't insisted on changing teammates, this situation wouldn't have happened!"

Xiang Mingche's good temper was almost worn away, and his face immediately darkened.

Qiao Yi looked at the two of them, his brows furrowing even more.

Bo Yusen dropped his racket, didn't even glance at the two disheveled players, and quickly turned and walked to the sidelines.

The fierce aura he had just displayed on the court vanished instantly when he saw Si Yuan smiling at him.

He strode over to her. "Does it still hurt?"

Si Yuan removed the towel from her eyes and smiled faintly, "It doesn't hurt anymore. See, the swelling has gone down."

The swelling has gone down a bit, but the bruises are still visible.

Si Yuan has fair skin, and the bruises around her eyes make her look even worse.

Looking at Bo Yusen's gloomy and terrifying handsome face, Si Yuan stood up and extended her hand to him, "You can win even when you're fighting two people at once. Ninth Master is really amazing. It seems that I was the one who dragged you down just now."

As she spoke, she leaned close to Bo Yusen and said happily in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Thank you, Ninth Master, for helping me get revenge."